Rebound Therapy (Rebound #1)

by Jerica MacMillan

  Players of Marycliff University

  Summer Fling, Book 1

  A chance encounter at a party brings Lance and Abby together.

  Lance just graduated and has a summer internship. His parents expect him to come back to Texas to work in the family business at the end of the summer. He likes to have fun and doesn't want to be tied down too soon. Until he meets Abby.

  Abby still has two years left of college and a mom who keeps her anchored near the town where she grew up. She is cautious in relationships, not letting people close. But Lance's persistence wears down her defenses. Knowing Lance is leaving, Abby tells herself it's just a summer fling.

  Will that be enough to keep her from falling in love?

  “As he turned, someone knocked into Abby from behind. She lurched forward against the guy’s chest, crushing her cup against his abs and splashing the remains of her drink all over them both.

  He let out a surprised shout. He had grabbed her upper arms to steady her when she ran into him, but had pushed her away when he felt the liquid soaking his shirt.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” Abby covered her mouth with her hand, feeling like a complete moron. He stood there with his arms out looking down at the mess on his shirt. Then he looked at the matching stain on her shirt and his lips twitched like he might be suppressing a smile.

  He cleared his throat. “It’s okay.” There was laughter in his voice.

  Abby crinkled her brows in confusion. Why is he laughing at me? I just spilled my drink all over him. Then she noticed that his eyes were glued to her chest, and she looked down.

  Abby gasped. Her light pink tank was more or less see-through now that it was wet.”

  Convenient Fall, Book 2—Now on preorder!

  Sleeping with your roommate is a bad idea, right?

  Megan Davidson is scrambling to find a new place after Abby, her roommate and best friend decides to move in with her boyfriend Lance. With just a week until classes start, the open spot left in Lance’s old house looks like her best option. She moves in with Matt and Chris, shameless flirts and notorious players.

  Chris Schwartz first met Megan at their Fourth of July party over the summer, and he’s wanted her ever since. She’s now tantalizingly close, and he doesn’t want to keep his hands to himself, even if its the worst idea ever. Chris doesn’t do relationships, but once with Megan just isn’t enough.

  With ground rules in place, it seems like everything’s working out fine. But will Chris’s history catch up to him and ruin everything?

  Short Stories

  Cure for a Bad Day

  Avery has had the worst day. To top it off, she’s missed her train stop on the way home. A sexy stranger notices her and invites her out for drinks.

  Is this just what she needs to get over her bad day?

  “He slowly lowered his head, and fitted his mouth to mine. His lips were soft. The kiss was tender and exploratory, making no demands, giving as much as getting.

  He broke the kiss and my eyelids drifted open. Sean’s face was still only inches above mine, just far enough away to be able to focus without going cross eyed. His eyes examined mine, and whatever he saw there had him cupping my face in his hands, and kissing me again.”

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  Chapter One

  I pull the phone away from my ear so my eardrum doesn’t burst from Jenna’s squeal. When the noise has subsided, I bring it back to hear her say, “So you’ll be my maid of honor again, right?”

  I smile. “Of course. I’d be happy to. I already know all the job details anyway.”

  Jenna sighs happily. Once, not too long ago, any reference to the fact that she almost got married before would’ve sent her back into her grief. Now, newly engaged to Brian, I can make passing references to her last engagement that ended with the tragic death of her fiancé in a car accident, and all she does is sigh happily. It’s a big improvement over where she was six months ago. I’m so glad.

  “Can we get together this weekend to start planning? We don’t want a long engagement, so we’ll need to look for venues that don’t have to be booked a year or more in advance.”

  “Do you want to meet here or at your apartment?”

  “You have more room to spread out. Let’s meet at your place.”

  “Sounds good. Congratulations again, Jenna.”

  “Thanks, Amy. I’m so glad you’re helping me with this again. Love you!”

  “Love you, too. See you Saturday.”

  I toss my phone next to me on the couch and flop back against the cushions. I’m happy for Jenna. I am. She’s been through a lot in the last couple years—losing her fiancé, grieving, getting back out there with a little prodding from me, finding Brian. I’m glad she’s found Brian. He’s good for her—great, even. I don’t begrudge her finding happiness again. She’s my best friend, has been for years, of course I want her to be happy.

  I just want a little happiness for me, too. This is my second time as a maid of honor. With the same bride. I think when they say, “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,” they usually mean a bridesmaid for different brides. Not me. I get to add a whole new twist to the cliché.

  Will she let me wear the dress from her first wedding. Does it even fit? Why in hell do I still have the stupid thing stuffed in the back of my closet, anyway? At least I know Jenna won’t make me wear something hideous. When we were planning her wedding to Tom, the dresses she picked out were beautiful and flattering.

  I bet it’s going to be completely different this time. I wouldn’t want to reuse anything from the wedding I planned but didn’t get to go through with because my fiancé died. I doubt Jenna will, either.

  Right, enough of the pity party. We’ll start planning this weekend. In the meantime, I have to get through this pile of essays on The Scarlet Letter. I hated this book when I had to read it. I feel bad inflicting it on my students, but it’s on the required reading list for the district. I always try to get through it as quickly as possible. Hawthorne was rather long on description and short on plot in my opinion.

  Reading eleventh grade analyses of a book I can’t stand isn’t my favorite way to spend an evening, but I promised I’d get them back their papers tomorrow.

  Wine. I definitely need a glass of wine to get through this.

  My eyes automatically go to the bar as I walk through the front door of The Barrel Room. A middle aged woman with dark hair and glasses is behind the bar pouring wine for a couple. Adam’s usually tending bar when I’m here, so I’m relieved that he isn’t tonight.

  A hand lands on the small of my back, and I stop my almost unconscious search for Adam to look at the owner of the hand. Scott Wilson. His short, medium brown hair is tousled to look like he just woke up and ran his hands through it, but probably took a fair amount of hair product and time to get just right. He sports a deliberate beard of stubble that I’m sure takes as long to groom every morning as shaving would. It frames a wide mouth with full lips that look like they’re made for kissing. Warm brown eyes meet mine beneath manicured eyebrows.

  He gestures toward the bar with his free hand. “Shall we?”

  I smile and nod, allowing him to usher me to the bar with the slight pressure of his hand on my back. I open my mouth to order, but before I can Scott speaks up. “Two glasses of champagne, please.”

  The woman behind the bar places two flutes on the counter and fills them before moving on to another group of people. Scott passes one to me before claiming his own.

  I take a sip, trying not to wrinkle my nose. I suppose champagne is appropriate for the occasion—Jenna and Brian’s engagement party—but I had my heart set on a Syrah. Brian and Adam stock some of the best domestic wines available, and their selection of Syrahs can’t be beat.

  We move away from the bar, and my eyes are scanning the room again.

  Scott draws my attention with a touch on my arm. “Have you known Jenna long?”

>   I turn to him. “What? Oh, yes. Jenna and I got put together in the same room our freshman year of college and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

  He raises his eyebrows, finishing the sip of champagne. “That’s impressive. Most random roommate pairings don’t work out that well.”

  “We got lucky, I guess.” I say it with a smile, but my eyes keep sliding away from his, continuing to scan the room.

  “Are you looking for someone?”

  I force my eyes back to Scott’s face. It’s a beautiful face. Nearly perfect in its symmetry with those high cheekbones, straight nose, and sensuous lips. He looks like he could be on display in an art museum. I don’t know why I can’t focus on him. “Sorry. Not really. Just seeing who’s here that I might know.” Lies. I’m looking for Adam. But what guy wants to hear his date is looking around for another guy?

  Scott glances around, lifting his chin at someone he recognizes. He works with Jenna at a bookkeeping firm and some of their coworkers have been invited. It’s kind of funny imagining this guy who looks like a male model working as an accountant.

  Jenna set us up tonight. I wanted a date for her engagement party and she knew Scott wasn’t bringing anyone, so she arranged it. We met for coffee a couple days ago and he seemed nice enough, so here we are.

  Except this is where I always see Adam. That’s the big reason I wanted a date for tonight. So that I could have an excuse to avoid him, ignore the attraction that’s been there since we met, the flirtation that he won’t act on. I’m tired of waiting for him to decide to follow through. I thought he was into me. We even went out twice, but it went nowhere.

  It’s been a couple of months since our last date. It’s past time to move on and get over the guy who so obviously doesn’t want me.

  “Amy?”

  Scott’s voice pulls me out of my meandering thoughts. I focus my attention back on him. He’s asked me something and I have no idea what. I take a drink out of my glass to cover my confusion, forgetting it’s champagne, and nearly choke when the bubbles go up my nose.

  Scott pats me on the back while I cough and splutter. “You alright?”

  I nod, cough again, and clear my throat, trying to regain some level of composure. “Yes. I’m fine. Thanks. Sorry. You were saying?”

  “I was just wondering if you wanted to go congratulate the happy couple?” He gestures toward where Jenna and Brian are standing, surrounded by a crowd of people.

  “Good idea. Let’s.” I try to give him a warm smile, but I still feel ridiculous for my little coughing fit. He ushers me over to the edge of the crowd and we start to inch our way toward the center.

  Jenna turns and catches sight of me. “Amy! There you are!” The crowd parts for her, creating a path so she can get to me. She catches me by the hand and pulls me into the center of the crowd, drawing me into a hug.

  I hug her back and then turn to Brian. He leans down to kiss my cheek. “Congratulations, you two!” I wave at the crowded wine bar. “Nice turnout for your engagement party.”

  Brian smiles at me. “Thanks.” Scott reaches from behind me, having followed in the wake Jenna created. He shakes Brian’s hand and offers his congratulations.

  Jenna takes the opportunity to pull me off to one side closer to her. “So how are things going with Scott?”

  I smile a little. “Fine. He seems nice.”

  Jenna raises an eyebrow. “Nice? Amy, he’s super hot. I thought you’d be a little more excited.”

  My smile grows. “He is super hot. I’m kind of afraid to touch him, though. I don’t want to get smudges on him.”

  Jenna makes a sound in her throat. “He might look even better a little smudged up.”

  My eyes widen in shock. “Jenna, you’ve gotten a lot dirtier since you met Brian.”

  She laughs. “I’m happy. Really happy. I want you to be happy, too.”

  I laugh with her. “I’m glad you’re happy, on all counts. Thanks for introducing me to Scott. If I’d known you had man-candy like that in your office, I wouldn’t have made you go out to meet guys, though.”

  Jenna shrugs, dismissing my comment. “Then I wouldn’t have met Brian, and then I wouldn’t be this happy. Plus, Scott only started a couple months ago. There isn’t any other man-candy in the office. My female coworkers will be jealous that you got him, though.”

  Before I can say anything, Scott is next to me. He reaches around to shake Jenna’s hand. “I know I’ve already told you, but congratulations again. And thanks for introducing Amy and me.”

  Jenna smiles. “Thanks, Scott. I’m so glad you could both make it. I hope you have a nice time.” She turns to me. “We’ll chat more later. I have to finish making the rounds.” We hug again and she rejoins Brian in the center of their group of well-wishers.

  Scott and I start to mingle with the crowd, finding a group of people containing some of his coworkers. He introduces me to the people he knows and we’re both introduced to the rest. The conversation seems to flow between football, the recent holidays, and the weather. Scott and one of his other coworkers get into an intense discussion about something at work that I don’t understand and can’t make myself care enough to try.

  I lean in close to him so he can hear me over the ambient noise of conversation and background music. “My feet are killing me. I’m going to go find a seat.”

  He glances at me and nods, then resumes his conversation.

  I make my way back to a couple of chairs in a corner. They’re unoccupied and away from the main party. Normally I love parties. But tonight I have a date that doesn’t hold my interest, despite his exquisite features. Part of me has been scanning the crowd for Adam all night. I can’t even decide if I’m relieved that I haven’t found him or annoyed.

  A glass of red wine appears on the low table in front of me, next to my half drunk flute of champagne. A low voice rumbles next to my ear. “We just got in a new Syrah last week. Try it. I think you’ll like it.”

  I turn in surprise to find Adam’s face close to mine. His dark hair has gotten a little long since I last saw him, curling more than it does when it’s shorter. I like it. I want to touch it, run my hands through it. There’s no hair product there that will make me feel like I need to wash my hands afterward. Of course, I don’t. We don’t have that kind of relationship.

  “Hey, Adam. Thanks.” I reach for the wine, glad to have something better to drink than the champagne. Especially since I am now faced with Adam. A strange mix of elation and dread fills me, causing my stomach to swirl and all of my saliva to dry up. He always makes me feel something. Avoiding him for almost two months hasn’t changed that at all.

  He takes the seat next to me, lounging back in the comfortable chair, his golden eyes studying me as I take a sip. He quirks a brow at me. “What do you think?”

  “It’s really good. Thanks for getting it for me.”

  He flicks a couple fingers at my champagne flute. “I saw your date got you that. While it’s good champagne, I know you prefer reds over whites.”

  I nod. “I do.” There doesn’t seem to be much else to say to that, even though he seems to be fishing for something.

  He glances over to where Scott is still talking and mingling. “I’m surprised you’re over here by yourself. Usually you like to mix and mingle. Tired of your boyfriend already?”

  There’s a little bite to his tone that I haven’t heard from him before. “I’ve been mingling for a while already. My feet were hurting and I wanted to sit. Scott is enjoying himself and I saw no reason to drag him away.” For some reason I’ve decided not to correct his assumption that Scott is more to me than a date for tonight.

  Adam raises his eyebrows. “He looks like he takes longer to get ready than my sister. And she’s a beauty queen.”

  I look at Scott’s profile where he’s standing in animated conversation. “He is very well groomed.” I turn my gaze back to Adam. “I hadn’t pegged you as the type to get jealous over another man’s looks.”
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br />   He laughs, but it sounds ugly and forced. Not the carefree, flirtatious laugh I’m used to from him. “I wouldn’t say I was jealous of his looks, Amy.”

  I set the wine glass back on the table, not enjoying this exchange at all now. “Is there something you wanted, Adam? Or did you just come over to criticize my date?”

  He studies my face. “Date? Not boyfriend?”

  “I’m not sure why it matters.” I stand and pick up the champagne flute. “You’ve been more than clear that you have no interest in either position.”

  With that parting shot I leave, heading back to Scott.